I think that people who can't believe in fairies aren't worth knowing. ~Tori Amos

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

Tuesday, the 23rd of September
The Dormouse, Late morning

The sky is grey and the air is damp; it's going to rain at some point today. Good. It should rain today. The world and the heavens and all the people below it should weep. As much as Lucien would have hated it. Tonight we shall drink, and we shall laugh, and we shall surely weep; and then tomorrow we will all continue to live and laugh and love and cry without him.

It is only right that the sky open up today, for him.

I gave Romana the day off; I wanted to keep busy until tonight and waiting tables is just the right type of normalcy my life needs so badly right now. War gods in the basement, dreams come walking in the spare room, a daughter that can create with a thought and the devil in the details... my life may never be normal again but tea is a soothing constant.

With a sigh, I pin up my hair and smooth out my grey dress. I'll put on colors later tonight, I still have Lucien's turquoise shirt, that will do. I sit down at the window table with my tea and stare out the window at nothing in particular as the few tables of customers I have provide a pleasing drone of noise in the background.

Open to Mab, Fiona and Dana

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[danashee.livejournal.com]

I let my goddaughter pull me along by the hand. What she lacks in dignity my goddaughter makes up for with charm; there is no other reason I would let her do this to me. I still feel a bit vulnerable being visible as we head into the center of town.

She says that now that things are back to normal it is time to introduce me to certain people she says I must meet.

[mistresswanda.livejournal.com]

I do not even have time to turn towards the icebox to get the cream when Fiona is already bouncing on her heels. "What's the secret?"

I laugh a little again, and swing her up to sit on a stool. Now we are eye level.

"Well, your pony, Sparkle? I know who gave her to you." I inform her with a sly grin, and turn towards the icebox to start gathering ingredients. I don't think he'd mind me telling her now.

[regal-vigilante.livejournal.com]

I'm so out of practice reading True Fae, it's pathetic. If she was a halfling, I'd be able to wiggle it out of her, but for now I can only tell that there's more to why she doesn't want to return than a fondness for Fiona. For now though, that'll suffice. I can always work out the details later.

"Well," I smile again and half of a laugh slips out with it, "I suppose that'll have to do for now. A truce then? Regardless of our backgrounds, we'll both be in a stronger situation here with the other's support than if we're working at cross purposes."